The Sanremo festival, as usual, was beautiful.
First of all I liked it so much scenery. We want to talk about when, at the very beginning, you are lifted off the two huge panty liners which have revealed the Clerici? As far as I'm excited!
Antonellona had a beautiful dress "Bricofer" that made it so flexible, and with the sweetest little girl, clearly sedated with "Ritalin," he said at the event that certain something that it is better not to know.
The choice of the cast later this year is particularly apt.
The only comment I would make is to give Gianni Morandi comfortable arch rises because it seems perpetually on her knees.
For the rest, very good the two girls.
Thanks to them I found it to be able to dance the tango and the twist of Sardinia.
Sure, I would have my husband as a companion and not Pliny Tanguero which is equal the brother of Berlusconi and Andreotti in front of the back, but you know in life who is content is content ... in my case in point.
Let's talk about 'the songs? No, too? Unfortunately or fortunately
Sanremo song festival is Italy, so now we'll talk.
The song that I liked most was that of Anna Oxa in Kurdish. I found his commendable desire to give voice to the people of Kurdistan, and even though the choice may be unpopular, I am sure that in the future will be rewarded.
I also enjoyed "Bastard" by Renato Zero with Tokyo hotel and Albano's song about the murder of Amanda Lear.
unfortunately I lost about twenty minutes of the piece of Barbarossa con la sorella di Nicky Lauda perché al settantaquattresimo " Giù giù…su su…" Mi ha suonato la mia vicina Mariona che aveva bisogno di un limone perché dopo Giusy Ferreri aveva male al basso ventre.
Voglio anche riascoltare, anche se in comode rate, la canzone di Vecchioni.
Mi piace molto il testo, specie quando dice che gli svizzeri sono puntuali, Venezia è bella ma non ci vivrei e i negri hanno il senso del ritmo.
A proposito, molto bello anche il testo di Max Pezzali che non riesce a vedere i secondi tempi dei film e quello di Patty Pravo che confonde il vento con le rose. La capisco, succede spesso anche a me.
Beh, stasera sarò di nuovo di fronte alla tele.
Certo, ieri sera alla trentaquattresima telepromotion I had the collapse of the left ovary, but tonight, thanks to the use of wise and foolish Tavernello flavored Prozac, I intend to be in great shape.
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